We gather together
to ask the Lord's blessing;
he chastens and hastens
his will to make known.
The wicked oppressing
now cease from distressing.
Sing praises to his name,
he forgets not his own.
Every one of those cultists who forsakes Thanksgiving, neutralizes whatever it is I cram down my gullet on that blessed day. But, if the Lord be willing . . . . let 'em all choke on their tofu - - I'll hoist another cold one & toast their descent into the hot place.